The cliff was steep and the stars could be picked with one hand. Under the night sky, a little bird that emitted faint fluorescence rushed up the cliff. The whistling cliff wind seemed to be able to blow it away at any moment. Suddenly, a hand reached out from a cave on the cliff and grabbed the bird.

The cave was not big, two meters wide and three meters deep. Three people were squeezed together. The one sitting at the innermost was a burly man who was as sturdy as a bull. His big butt occupied a large space, and his tight, white clothes were washed, revealing a circle of fat flesh under his navel. The young man in the middle held a rusty broken sword in his arms, and he was holding a dog-tailed grass in his mouth. The one outside was a Mediterranean man who looked amiable. If he wore a pair of thick glasses, he would definitely be a brick house beast.

At this moment, the Mediterranean man was grabbing a glowing bird. He fiercely squeezed it. The bird's light immediately dimmed and became flat. However, the scene of blood spurting out of its organs did not appear. It turned out to be a talisman bird.

"Aunt, is the fat sheep here?" The sturdy man asked as he shifted his painful buttocks.

The Mediterranean man said kindly, "How many times have you said that, baseball mallet? Please call me Shi Tai!"

"Oh, I see, Martial Aunt!" The hammer nodded and asked, "Aunt, is the fat sheep here yet?"

'"Coming, but there's a gust of wind!" Shi Tai touched the Mediterranean on his forehead.

"Are you afraid of birds? I pee ten zhang against the wind. I pull out a big hammer, one for each hammer, one for each hammer!" The hammer tugged and rubbed his belly.

"Bullshit!" The youth holding the broken sword scolded. The big hammer scratched its head, and a long and insignificant sound of fart came from behind! The young man with the sword exchanged a glance with the abbess, and at the same time cursed loudly, "Wild Donkey Day!" Both of them grabbed onto the shoulders of the hammer and swung it. This guy screamed miserably as he flew down the cliff from the entrance of the cave.

The youth with the sword brushed his sleeves and a strong wind blew through the hole for a few times before the stench was wiped out. Aunt Shi stretched her head out of the hole and took a deep breath. Coincidentally, she saw the big butt of the hammer disappear from her line of sight and couldn't help but exhale a mouthful of misfortune.

"Bitch, do you want to kill Black Wind and the others first?" Aunt Shi retched a few times in disgust, and the lingering power of the baseball mallet was still there. The young man with the sword was called Fan Jian. Both the hammer and the abbess were used to calling him a bitch or a bitch.

"No need, that brat seems to be a bit of a Daoist. Let's watch the tiger fight on a mountain, and in the end, we'll catch him with a net!" Fan Jian tightened his grip on the rusty broken sword.

In the dense forest, ten black-clothed and black-trousers xiuzhe were lying on the tree like ghosts. Their bright gazes passed through the night and looked at the beautiful hillside opposite them. They were waiting for the wind to change.

The opposite hillside was relatively gentle, situated at the entrance of the valley between the two mountain peaks, and the black-clothed man was located in the dense forest of the valley. Originally, the valley wind should have blown towards the hillside from the direction of the dense forest, but tonight, it actually saw a ghost. The wind had been blowing from one side of the hillside into the dense forest in the valley.

Three blazing bonfires were burning on the hillside, and the smell of barbecue permeated the air. Chu Jun had a dozen or so wreaths hanging around his neck, and there was an incongruous corolla on his head. He held a branch with a string of fish in his hand and roasted it on the fire. The wreath was woven by Ning Yun and could not be left unworn. The corolla was woven by Ning Yun and could not be left unworn. The fish was caught by Chu Jun himself in the river. However, if Ning Da wanted to eat it, he had to roast it.

Yu Jia and the other girls would occasionally turn their heads to look at Chu Jun's embarrassed appearance, then cover their mouths and giggle. Beside Miss Ning was a large pile of flowers of all kinds. She was busy weaving a small flower dress. It was said that she wanted to use it as an apron for someone Chu. Chu Jun's face was bitter as he sat upright, flipping the roasted fish mechanically, afraid that he would break the wreath and corolla on his body. Facts proved that Ning Yun's skill was really not good, and the defective products scattered beside Chu Jun were the best explanation. After provoking Ning Da Qian Jin to be coquettish several times, Chu Jun learned a lesson and sat upright, motionless. Poor Lord Chu's neck was sore.

"Yun'er, can you not rest first? This fish is roasted and eaten while it's hot!" Chu Jun said with a smile.

Ning Yun raised his head and sweetly rolled his eyes at Chu Jun.

Chu Jun glanced at Ning Yun's colorful flower dress and immediately felt like crying without tears.

"Alright, we're done!" Ning Yun stood up excitedly and looked at the masterpiece in his hand with satisfaction.

Yu Jia and the others laughed and surrounded him!

"Miss Ning is so smart. You can learn it in one go!"

"Hehe, what a good story!"

"What spiritual energy!"

"Hurry up and fasten it to Young Master Chu!"

Ning Yun sweetly looked at Chu Jun, who was sitting upright. The girls also looked over in unison. Young Master Chu's face had turned green. Where did the eldest masters put this face?

"Chu Jun, did he make it up well?" Ning Yun asked coquettishly.

Chu Jun turned his gaze to his only strategic partner, Wu Yanshou. The latter unfairly turned his face to look at the wind, acting like a dead fellow daoist who didn't want to die a poor dao. Chu Jun could only brace himself and say, "Hmm, not bad. Spiritual Qi ah, Yun'er has a skillful hand on Spiritual Qi, you will definitely look good if you tie it on!"

Ning Yun's eyebrows lit up with joy. He held it and gestured on his body. He felt that it was really pretty. He happily said, "Chu Jun, let me tie it on for you!"

Chu Jun trembled and smiled bitterly, "No need, this woman only wears it!"

"What woman? Do you look down on women?" Ning Yun's eyes widened as he pouted in dissatisfaction.

"How can I … wear it!" Chu Jun stood up in grief and indignation.

As a result, the Divine Emperor did an embarrassing thing that the people of the world loved to talk about under Concubine Yun's obscene might. He put on a flower-braided short skirt and twisted it three times. Every time the twelve white-haired Half-Spirit Clan elders mentioned this interesting incident to their descendants, they would smile proudly and say, "Your Majesty, your butt is twisted! Spiritual Qi!"

"Haha!" The girls laughed so much that even Wu Yanshou laughed out loud regardless of his image.

Ning Yun covered his stomach and rolled into Chu Jun's arms. Even tears flowed out of his eyes. Chu Jun ripped off the flower dress on his waist with a dark face and placed it on Ning Yun's head. Ning Yun grabbed Chu Jun's hand and said, "Alright, don't be angry!"

Chu Jun smelly slapped Ning Yun's little butt, instantly causing Yu Jia and the others to blush. Ning Yun was so embarrassed that he buried his head in Chu Jun's embrace.

"Not good, it's the Black Wind Miasma!" Wu Yanshou's expression suddenly changed.

In the darkness of the night, a black mist pounced towards the hillside. Under the campfire, the black mist could be seen spreading rapidly. Chu Jun shouted, "Come closer to me!"

"Hehe, it's already too late to escape now!" A black-clothed cultivator in the forest looked at the hillside shrouded in poisonous mist and sneered sinisterly. Two black-clothed men each held a treasure-room magical artifact. A steady stream of black mist emerged from the magical artifact and used the wind to spread out onto the hillside.

"Stop!" The leader of the black-clothed cultivators instructed, and the two who released the poisonous mist immediately closed the magic tool.

This group of people was a loose cultivator organization called Black Wind in Zhaori City. They specialized in killing people and seizing treasures. Their methods were vicious and they never left anyone alive, except, of course, valuable women. Their usual method was to release a poisonous mist similar to the Black Wind Miasma, causing a large area of damage that was impossible to defend against. Black Wind had already stared at Chu Jun and the others in Zhaori City. He had been following Chu Jun ever since he left Zhaori City. Today, he finally found an opportunity to take action.

"Brothers, go kill that fat sheep and eat meat!" The second master, Chai Rong, estimated that Chu Jun and the others had fallen, so he ordered an attack. The ten Black Wind members all had Foundation Establishment cultivations. Chai Rong, as the second leader, was already at the peak of Foundation Establishment. He was only a step away from Golden Core. If it weren't for the fat sheep this time, he wouldn't have personally led the team.

All the thieves flashed out of the forest and rushed towards the hillside with their magic treasures. Since that fat sheep was able to bring twelve Half Spirit Race beauties out, it was definitely a rich fellow, so all the thieves were extremely excited. After finishing this ticket, there were definitely quite a few Spirit Crystals in their hands, let alone twelve Half Spirit Race women.

Chai Rong led everyone down the hillside. At this moment, the poisonous mist had almost dissipated. Through the burning campfire, one could see that the fifteen fat sheep were lying there, not a single one of them escaping.

"Your hands and feet are clean. Kill the man naked, and bind the woman with the antidote!" Chai Rong instructed coldly. All the thieves' eyes immediately lit up. They bravely rushed forward and prepared to feed the woman the antidote. Then, they took the opportunity to scratch and scratch.

Zi! A terrifying white light suddenly shot out from the side of the mountain ridge. The man rushing at the front was instantly struck by the white light, and before he could even let out a miserable scream, he exploded with a loud explosion. Blood and meat scattered everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic. Before the bandits could react, another streak of white light rushed over and immediately killed a Black Wind Bandit.

"Damn it, it's a Spirit Astral Heavy Cannon. Quickly retreat to the forest!" Chai Rong shouted and called for the remaining seven brothers to flee.

The range of the Spirit Astral Heavy Cannon was more than 5,000 meters. The power of one cannon was equivalent to a full-force attack from a Golden Core cultivator. If a Golden Core cultivator was hit with a cultivation below the Golden Core realm, they would die without a chance of survival. The other party hid on the mountain ridge and occupied a good place. They were like living rakes, so Chai Rong decisively ordered them to retreat, preparing to go around the mountain ridge from the side and chop off the sneak attack scrap. Although the Spirit Astral Heavy Cannon was extremely powerful, it had a long cooldown time and a low chance of hitting its target. It was only suitable for large-scale military operations. In addition, it was expensive, so ordinary individuals and organizations would definitely not use it unless it was used for defense.

Chai Rong led his seven brothers to the forest in the valley in a sorry state. A white light flashed on the mountain ridge and another Spiritual Astral Cannon shot towards him, directly shattering one of the brothers beside Zi Rong. Chai Rong, who was drenched in flesh and blood, broke out in cold sweat. Then, he became fierce and scolded, "Damn it, the brothers spread out and surrounded him from both flanks. There shouldn't be more than three of them!"

"Kill!" These fellows were desperate people who licked their blood with their knives. They had never been so useless before. Before the enemy could see them, they had killed three of their brothers. At this moment, they could not help but erupt fiercely. They split into two teams and pounced towards the mountain ridge.

Sure enough, the other party no longer fired Thunder Astral Heavy Cannons. Clearly, the cooldown time hadn't expired. The other party only had three heavy cannons at most, and there weren't many of them. Chai Rong smiled sinisterly and said, "Pounce up, that piece of shit is peeled into meat slurry to avenge the brothers!"